Title Escape from Behruz
Author Judy Meadows
Genre Contemporary Romance
Publisher The Wild Rose Press
Rashid will escort Olivia and the baby through the mountains to Iran in order to escape the violence in Behruz, but he won’t let Olivia near his heart. Not again. Not after the way she trampled it two years ago.
Olivia accepts his help, but she has no interest in his heart. She’s never forgiven him for abandoning her when she needed him most. Still, she has to be careful. He mustn’t learn that the baby the world thinks is heir to the Behruzi throne is actually her son. And Rashid’s.
Can they make it through the trek, sharing a tent each night, without giving in to the attraction that has always drawn them together? Can Olivia hold in the secret that could destroy her?
When the meal was over, the women helped her put on her nomad costume. They wanted to do everything. Their hands were all over her, pulling at her sweater and trying to open the snap and zipper of her jeans. They giggled and exclaimed when they saw her small, pale breasts, but the biggest source of delight turned out to be her lacy briefs. She was relieved when they covered her with the new clothes.
“This reminds me of a wedding,” Fatima said when they all stepped out of the tent. “When a Qashami girl gets married, the women all help her dress in her wedding clothes and then they escort her to her husband’s tent.”
Walking toward the tent of her “husband,” Olivia felt like a bride. The mantle framed her face and fell down her back like a bride’s veil, and the long skirt swayed with every step. Rashid stood in front of the tent talking to Saddiq. He was wearing a long shirt and a wool vest like those worn by the other men. Time stopped for several heartbeats when his eyes fell on Olivia. He seemed to straighten up, to become taller, and everything about him became very still.
She met his gaze boldly. The petticoats swished around her legs when she walked. She felt the swing of her arms, the sway of her hips, even the slight bounce of her breasts. All the women stood behind her, waiting for Rashid’s reaction.
“Spin around again like you did for us in the tent,” Fatima whispered to Olivia.
Rashid’s nomad clothes made him look primitive and very male. His eyes were intent on her, like the eyes of an animal watching its prey. He was motionless except for a slight quivering of his nostrils.
Olivia lifted her arms slowly, and the women stepped back away from her. Then she began the pirouette. She moved as if in a trance. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. But still the skirt rose, its colors blurring as she spun, and she felt dizzy and flushed when she stopped. She gave Rashid a smile that came from some new knowledge.
“You are a temptress,” he said in English. His eyes were dark pools that beckoned her to tempt and be tempted.
“The ladies are waiting to see what you think of their handiwork.”
He stepped toward her and reached his hand up to touch her face at her temple. Then he slid it down until it cupped the nape of her neck. A shiver of response rippled through her, but she didn’t move.
“She is very beautiful,” he said in Farsi. “The costume is perfect. She is perfect.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. The speculations and remarks of the nomads hushed. A crow cawed in the distance, and then it was silent too. She was mesmerized. She felt possessed.
Help Me Name a Character: Win a Prize:
I’ll award a free e-copy of the book based on a drawing to be held this Saturday (May 20th) at noon PST. To be included in the drawing, help me name the hero for the third book in the Behruz trilogy. The name has to be Middle Eastern, sexy, and pronounceable. (The reader’s pronunciation may not be strictly “correct” but the reader finds it easy to pick a pronunciation and go with it.). Choose among the following options or tell me one of your own:
Mansur, Malek, Rahim, Ahmad, Javad, Darius, Hamid, Jafar, Majid, Saman, Kamran, Zakar.
There’s no “right” answer. The drawing will be random among those who “like” my Facebook page and leave a comment. https://www.facebook.com/Judy-Meadows-Romance-Writer-1556763401023522/?fref=hovercard
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I grew up and went to college in Minnesota but now live in a small town in Oregon with my husband, Jim. I love to travel, read, hang out at the beach, cook, and play with grandchildren. I’ve always loved cats, but sadly find myself catless at the moment. Our 20-year-old Simba and 17-year-old Tinker Bell both died last year.
I worked as a systems analyst for IBM when I finished college. I interrupted my career in that field to take a year-long trip, traveling by Landrover, from Europe to India, Sri Lanka, and Nepal, and I returned to Iran several years later, with my husband, to work as a computer engineer in AT&T’s effort to modernize the Iranian phone service. The fictional country of my novel, Behruz, is based on the cultures of Iran and Afghanistan as I saw them then (before political unrest and war disrupted both countries).
When we retired from computer work, Jim and I bought a farm in northern California. We grew apples, Asian pears, and raspberries for ten years before retiring again, this time to Oregon.
When our son was a senior in high school, we adopted a 10-year-old girl from a Russian orphanage. I spent two weeks in Moscow finalizing the adoption and then came home to start the parenting thing all over again. When our Russian daughter was settled into the family, I trained to become a doula and began a 20-year career as a doula and childbirth educator. So far, I’ve helped 460 women in labor. (see www.doulajudy.com and www.mexicanmidwives.com)
I’ve just finished Midwife in Behruz, a sequel to Escape from Behruz and am beginning to plot the final book in what will be a trilogy of stories set in Behruz.
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